Welcome back! So, you'll see numbers 1-5 throughout this chapter, at the endnotes, there are explanations. Also, I'm happy to have something progress just a little bit. I hope to flesh out the OCs, and I believe I've done that nicely.

Not much to say except:

"Speaking"

"Sign Language"

{Brain Talk}

Personal Thoughts

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All of Shiro Platoon entered the Suoh OSF Headquarters through the thirteenth-floor window, staggered, as three were behind, but four of them were ahead. There were fifteen or so floors in the building, but none of them directly connected to Chief Suemragi's office. There were secret passageways that only the Chief and Shiro Platoon knew about.

Technically, They aren't supposed to know, but it was only because they were curious. There's a reason why they haven't been seen often and if they are, most people think it's a hoax. The Septentrions are aware of Shiro Platoon and their background. However, the background they know and what's actually there are two very different things. Yori was in the front, his eyes flickering every which way, his psionic power was itching for a recharge.

"Stand down, Battery. You can do that later…" Miya said cooly, her violet hair and slightly tanned skin clashing with the decorum around them. Hard Place didn't want to deal with a power outage...again. He had a bad habit of doing that when he was an excited, crazy bastard. Miya's voice was the calm, stern, motherly voice; akin to a Mezzo-Soprano. It's the last voice you expect to hear from a toned woman such as herself. Her outfit was, of course, white and red. She went for the masculine look—meaning pants—instead because the skirt was a step too far. She's a woman, but she doesn't need to fall to the stereotype of wearing a 'combat skirt' as Seki calls it. Just getting her assets into pieces of the outfit was a pain. Kohana doesn't struggle with that. Multiple pouches resided on her hips, chest, and back. A loose patch of fabric could be seen, which was the piece of fabric that pulled up her hood when entering Brain Drive. The name of her outfit was Battle Attire White: Glacier.

"Ah, let him go, Miya," Ryo joked. "The man needs to let loose every now and again. I mean the last time he actually let go during a mission...whew, what a day that was." The man gained a nostalgic look at recalling that mission. He was less picky in his outfit, as it did do what it was supposed to do: cover his body. A piece of fabric was left out on his chest to pull up his hood, as standard with all OSF outfits. It was no surprise. His pale complexion almost matched with his outfit, and he was almost nicknamed Ghost, just for the irony. The man's voice was amongst Alto in the voice range. It kind of hindered on the gay stereotype, but when the man was serious, you do not cross him. On several occasions, the platoon found out why. Ryo's outfit was called Battle Attire White: Mountain.

"Yeah, and I got to watch a bunch of Others explode in the biggest shower of sparks I've ever seen!" Seki declared triumphantly, hands on her hips. The pinkette seemed pretty proud of herself. Yori nodded with a fond smile, his eyes giving a far-off look. The young girl's voice easily fell in the Soprano range and her outfit was what a normal girl her age would wear. It was a cute white skirt, combat boots, and a scarf that had decorative flower patterns, mostly roses, but there were also some tulips on there. She stitched them in herself. She even has a hat that sat atop her head. When in Brain Drive, it activated a veil that covered her whole head, making her appearance unique. She was good with a needle...and scary if you make her mad...surprise! Her skin was like someone applied blush to her cheeks, and her skin somewhat matched Miya's, not too tan, but not too pale. The young girl loved artsy kinds of activities and helping out onii-sama. That art included blowing up Others. It didn't matter her psionic power was Telepathy, she also knew how to fight, as expected being in the platoon. "I wonder what's taking Kohana-chan, onii-sama, and onii-san so long?" Her outfit was called Battle Attire White: Garden.

Yori spoke rarely, even rarer than Hiroki, "They needed to talk about his crush." The man's voice was more of a Tenor, but when sleep claimed his voice, easily a Bass. As much of a child as he acts, he does have his mature moments. "I think he picked well." A half cloak rested on his left shoulder, hiding his arm from view. As standard as Battle Attire gets, it was obviously white and red—a recurring theme, be prepared to be beaten over the head with this—with long black pants, about the only thing that was black on his outfit, well, that and his skin. Some think it was because of his power that 'charred' him. It was a dirty remark to make, but it was untrue. He was born that way. Where he was from, it was normal. His outfit's hood was more akin to a mask that turned into a helmet. It was called Battle Attire White...and he swears by this...Disco. Yeah, he went there. No one outside the platoon knows that though, so long as it stays that way.

"That quick, Yori?" Ryo asked surprised. The Irish-looking man turned his head to the side, "Normally, you reject those he fancies."

"They wouldn't fit with him," Yori replied simply. "She does."

"How would you know, Yori-kun?" Seki asked teasingly. Yes, Seki was technically older than Yori, despite appearances. Another common theme in the OSF, just like the Spring siblings. Arashi looks younger but is actually older than Fubuki. The dark-skinned man just grinned. Understanding dawn on the other two. He also sent a smug look to Seki, who—bless her little big heart—still had the ignorance of a child. She's really inconsistent…I wonder whose fault that is.

"Hey, are you having a discussion without me?" Kohana's voice came through the wall before appearing right at their side. Unlike Miya, who refused to wear combat skirts, Kohana thrived in them. She often wore the shortest ones but paired them with leggings that covered her legs and exposed a tasty amount of her thighs. Again, that was for Seki's 'innocence' factor. The scout of Shiro Platoon paired this with boots that had blades fashioned within the sole. Her upper half was voluptuous, contained by her double-layered blouse, the sleeves went to her forearms. The red on the white pattern exaggerated her curves and assets fine. Think of a university or college that has a uniform rule and that's what it would look like on Kohana. Considering how often she flirts with 'Hirochi', one would think he'd jump on the chance. What she was wearing was called Battle Attire White: Nernie1. Her hood was as standard as they come. Yes, it's spelled that way, she looked it up. The source was very reliable. Dude, trust me. The voice of the scout was along the lines of an Alto or Tenor, leaning heavily towards the former.

"Sure, just use your power inside where everyone else is," Miya grumbled. Kohana was unapolgetic about it.

The woman clicked her tongue, "I have the power to use the shadows to my will, and I will if it means catching up to you all."

"Surprised you haven't used it on Hiroki to jump him," Miya shot back but paused slightly in her step when Kohana looked embarrassed. The woman gained a devious look, making her look seductive, making Yori feel the change in the air. He looked away uncomfortably. "You have and he turned you down, again?~"

"I don't want to talk about it," Kohana mumbled, blushing.

"Why is Kohana-chan red?" Seki asked with her finger on her lip, inspecting the scout.

Miya smirked, making the atmosphere around her change into that of a mistress. The imagery should speak for itself. "Are you willing to explain?"

The scout hid her face, "W-Well, you s-see, Seki, I...uhm..." Thankfully, Ryo noticed his team member's plight and changed the subject.

"Well, are they still talking?" Ryo inquired, making a left in the hallway, then a right, and continued straight. This Safe Zone was actually pretty far from the Chief's office. He ignored the thankful look from Kohana and the stare from Miya.

{No, just taking our time,} a Brain Talk message came to all of them.

Joining them from a different angle was Hiroki and Shiro. Hiroki's outfit was the long-sleeve variant of the Battle Attire Simple2. The main difference was the masked affixed to his face. BIAS was attached. Simply put, BIAS is a brain-assisted system that enhances his power. It's on all of the members, except Shiro. There's a reason for that. The point being, Hiroki's BIAS is a little more complex and a select group of researchers are the only ones allowed to modify it or remove it. His navy blue eyes were sharp, but still held a bit of innocence in them. That was usually covered by a front that he only exposes to them. His arms were crossed as he walked next to Kohana who had a little flush on her face. He noticed but chose not to comment, not when Miya was giving him a look. He's not oblivious, but she knows the rules and so does he. His skin tone was along the lines of someone who gets in the sun every so often, despite their line of work. His outfit was named Battle Attire White: Revenant. He felt it was a little too on the nose of his codename, but he never bothers to change it, much like Ryo, it's an outfit. It does the job.

Lastly, the man who controls all of them is Shiro. The leader of the platoon was a rare specimen amongst the OSF, as his power is so rare, it was never recorded before. He uses it sparingly as it gives him a sense of control that he never forcefully exerts on others. However, his combat prowess is second-to-none. Even with all six of them fighting him, he still emerged victoriously. However, it wasn't flawless. They did manage to break his arm and cripple his leg...but he still won. He took out everyone but Seki...because Seki. The man's orange eyes scanned over all of them, "Are we ready?" His voice was a deep Bass that any woman would swoon over. The holster on his hip swung freely, as he was idly twirling his weapon. Given the right hat, he'd look like a 'cowboy' if Hiroki remembers the term correctly. Tease Shiro about it and he'll kill you...probably. The weapon itself was a relic, and yet he's the only one who can use it. When prompted, he responds with 'dumb luck' and leaves it at that. He's actually dressed formally, but that's his battle attire. Wearing a white button-up, rolled sleeves, and white pants, black shoes; he looks like a man going to a formal dinner instead of a meeting with the OSF Chief. He called it Battle Attire White: Invisible Rose3. There was a reason for this too.

"Sure/Yeah, boss/Of course, onii-sama! {Only in spirit,}" was the mixed bag of answers.

"Lips locked, speak only when spoken to or when I give the order. Right, shadow jumper?" A pointed looked to Kohana made her nod in agreement, vigorously. The weapon returned to its holster. "Good." The group stopped in front of a new door, one that was grander than all the others.

Knock Knock.

Shiro had knocked twice before kicking the door down, and each member flinched at the brutality. Hiroki anticipated this and used his power to silence, or at least muffle, the sound. {Unnecessary,} he chided. He noticed Seki hiding behind his legs.

The pinkette spoke up, {Onii-sama is scary when he's angery.4}

{Totally necessary,} he responded before speaking, "You do realize that calling us back is a bad idea?"

The man sitting calmly at his desk was none other than Kaito Sumeragi, and he continued with his work like his office door wasn't just kicked down. The man looked up, "Thank you for the muffle, Banshee."

Hiroki nodded and sat in a chair, Seki slid next to him—crawling into his lap—but was more worried about Kaito's safety. Shiro had expressed his distaste of coming back, but not to this extent. A glance around to the platoon said the same thing. Only he and Miya were keeping neutral expressions. Ryo was watching with bated breath. Yori...wasn't really...paying attention. Kohana was as white as a sheet. "Why did you request us back here? We were on the trail of the rogue OSF agent! If something happens, then it's on you!"

True, they were dealing with a rogue OSF platoon that defected to who knows where. Most of the platoon was closing in on their respective targets. Sumeragi's summons put a damper on those plans. If there's one thing Shiro doesn't like, it's a failed mission. Being pulled back before they could complete their mission counts.

"I'm aware, Shiro, but allow me to enlighten you about what I've been hearing through my network," the man stood before swiping his hand at the TV screens behind him. Everyone looked.

"Sightings of NDF in Seiran mounting up…OSF agents being…" the murderous aura Shiro extended made everyone brace, except Hiroki. "That research is inhumane and you're still funding it?!"

Kaito stared down the man who could easily kill him if he so wished, "Yet, its uses far outweighs the negatives."

"That's not the point!" Shiro growled. "Have you heard of basic human rights? That goes against all of them." He stepped right up to the face of the Chief, "and if you tried to put my platoon through it, the Sumeragis would have one less son."

{Shiro, that's too far. Please back off, Seki has a death grip on me and I think she's drawing blood,} Hiroki spoke, bravely might he add.

"O-Onii-sama…" the pinkette stuttered before pulling her hands off Hiroki's neck, noticing the red. "Sorry, onii-san."

"It's fine," he responded, grinning under the mask. His eyes shined with forgiveness.

Kohana reached out on a private Brain Talk, {Looks like it hurt.}

{This girl has a death grip, I swear.}

Miya would never admit it, but she gripped Ryo's hand with all her might. He returned it. It was everything they had to keep standing. They've only experienced that aura a few times before.

Kaito said nothing as he stared down Shiro. Not pleased, but not willing to scare little Seki any more than he already had, he growled, "Fine. What's the next assignment?"

The Chief grinned, "Simple, you need to keep an eye on this rebellion that I've been hearing about. Our networks should be keeping us updated."

Yori perked up at the mention of a network. "No, Yori." He pouted immediately.

"Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

"Not with you," Kaito said, but turned to Hiroki, "but with you."

Hiroki looked unsurprised and turned to Big Brother. Shiro shrugged before leaning against the wall. "Go ahead?"

"What can I do for you, Chief?" He signed as Seki moved to allow him full mobility to talk.

"What did you think of the 567th class?" Kaito's stare burned with an intensity that Hiroki met smoothly.

"As a whole…or specific cadets…like your younger brother, Yuito?" Hiroki asked, gaining some footing.

"Not just my foolish brother, but those that were with him," he replied.

"What do you stand to gain?" Hiroki cut right through the bullshit. "Either tell me what you want or we have nothing to discuss, Chief."

Shiro hid his instinctual action to grin. the young pupil learns well. Kohana idly played with her fingers holding her reaction well. Ryo and Miya separated their hands, shaking the pain out of them. They both have strong grips. Seki was paying super duper close attention to the Chief.

"What are your first impressions of the four you met?"

Honestly, that was not the direction Hiroki thought that it was going to go. "Each one has their strengths and weakness, as does everyone. The Randall siblings have synergy, and your brother is no slack, despite what you think about him. Tell me, have you ever given him a chance, or have you written him off as a disgrace to the Sumeragi name?"

"What Yuito does is his own path."

"That doesn't answer my question. Do you or don't you see him as a disgrace? I see a guy trying to do what he can given the little he's got," obvious irony aside, it does make a lot of sense. Yuito rushed headlong into the fight, despite knowing that he wasn't allowed to. That's what Hiroki saw. "Both Randall girls have good heads on their shoulders. Whoever their platoon leaders are, they'll be happy to have competent recruits."

"I see we are of the same mind, and as for your inquiry, no, I don't see my brother as a disgrace," Kaito relieved Hiroki, but that went away as he said, "I see a wasted opportunity. Instead of being in the OSF, he could have been a politician."

"Permission to speak, Big Brother?" Miya asked.

"Freely or Nah?" Shiro questioned.

The woman locked eyes with Kaito before speaking, "Freely."

"Granted."

Miya allowed herself a faint smile before letting out how she truly felt about the Chief's desire, "That's fucking stupid."

Everyone looked at the normally stoic woman in surprise, "You never swear so brazenly like that."

"Because what he wants for his brother is bordering on controlling," Miya countered before falling silent again. Kaito brushed her off. No one knew what he was thinking, but the smallest twitch of his lips could be seen.

Yori looked over to the door, furrowing his brow, "We have company, Shiro."

"Thanks, Yori. Hoods up," Big Brother ordered.

Seki perked, "Aww...but I want to see Hiroki's face when-"

{To be or not to be, Seki. What will it be?} Hiroki asked as he pulled his hood up, leaving only his navy-colored eyes visible. It looks a little weird to see seven people with their hoods up, only seeing eyes. They look like a cult or something.

The conversation goes well, save for Hiroki's hood slightly falling down, and having to readjust. Seki almost spilled the beans on his recently revealed crush. Besides the four eventually being told to leave and not speak of this, nothing else happened.

Once they left, "What are our orders, for clarification?"

Kaito sat in his chair and sighed, "You may redeploy to your previous mission if you so choose. Your secondary mission is as I told you before." With that, Shiro Platoon left the room. Hiroki left the room last but paused at the door.

{I'll be at point Bravo before meeting up,} he sent to the platoon before activating his power to check something. He walked through the halls before silently turning the corner. Kasane was there, waiting. She didn't see him.

He walked right behind her, making sure his hood was up, before deactivating his power. He forced open a Brain Talk, {Stalking is not a good look for you.} Kasane reacted, as any soldier would, and tried to turn. Using his power again, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall, an elbow over her throat. In short, a wall slam. {What are you after? You and I are the only ones here.}

{Your Platoon isn't in the system, how am I supposed to trust you?}

His shoulders were shaking before he let go. His eyes held mirth in them before leaning on the opposite wall. {I'm sorry, but that's hilarious.} Hiroki deactivated his power before straightening up, giving off an aura that made Kasane's blood turn to ice. {Here's the thing...you can't.}

"What?" Kasane asked, her blood-red eyes trying to act defiant, but she was literally shaking.

He approached her, and he was just a little bit taller than her, around five inches. His navy eyes bore a hole in her skull. {You heard me.} Manipulating sound, a faint cut appeared across her cheek. {We aren't to be trusted. We may be OSF, but we are leagues above you. I say this with confidence, not arrogance. Now get going, your sister is most likely worried.}

With that, Hiroki turned around and walked down the hall. Seconds after he turned the corner, she tried to chase, but he wasn't there, and this hallway didn't have any doors. Giving up, leaning against the wall, her face felt warm…

Did I...like that stare? No, Kasane. You need to focus on worrying about Naomi, not him. She convinced herself mentally that it worked, but her heart was willing to refute that claim.

"Thanks for the save," Hiroki said to Kohana, who had trailed him. They were currently in a back alley hotel, or point Bravo. They have multiple designated points in New Himuka and beyond, and it just depends on the area. He finally decided to take a shower after weeks, so he shed most of his outfit, except the shirt and pants.

"Yeah, nothing major. Yori figured that she was waiting around. You just found her first. Shiro told me to follow, plus I couldn't just leave you alone with your crush, who knew what kind of steamy and lewd things you could have gotten up to? That wall slam even made me swoon," Kohana said, adding dramatic flare.

Shit, did I wall slam her? That only happens when… Hiroki flushed and his face was on display. Kohana just rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Sure, you just restrained her forcefully against the wall. Who knows what she's into? Maybe I should find o-" A low growl left Hiroki's throat without meaning to... then he paled. Kohana shrugged it off though. The ringing wasn't as loud. "Possessive, are we?"

He didn't respond, but the shower turning on implied that he wasn't going to listen. Kohana smiled softly. It's been a while since I've seen him so hung up on someone. Normally, when I tease him, he brushes me off when I say I'll find out, but for Kasane, he jumped in immediately. The scout smiled, now I have to see if she's able to gain his attention, which shouldn't be hard. She's already got it, but with our situations, it's likely impossible.

Kohana sat down in the accent chair of the room, and while passable for staying the night, they still had...six hours of downtime, the most in...a few years, if the scout recalls correctly. She let out a yawn and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

When she woke again, she heard rustling...squirming...and little whimpers of pain. Sitting up from the bed, wait...when did I get here? Looking to her right, she saw Hiroki thrashing, his hand subconsciously reaching out for something. Her instincts kicked in and she joined him on the bed. She gently, yet forcefully, curled herself around him, whispering words of comfort. Some might think perverse things if anyone saw the scene, but they would question if it was really Kohana. "Shh, Hirochi, I'm here, you're fine, just wake up."

He continued to thrash in her grip. It hurt to see him like this. After all, no one else knows about them. He begged and pleaded with her to keep it a secret. He already feels like a burden on the team. If it wasn't obvious, Kohana was his confidante and vice versa. She flirts with him because it's her way of showing she has his back, however, as much as she would love to have his back in her bed, she knew there was a time and a place.

This wasn't either.

Hiroki also sees the true nature of Kohana and the reason she acts the way she does. After that, it could happen to anyone. It's just a shame it happened to her.

After a few minutes, he paused, whispering, "No."

Kohana bared through it. His mask wasn't on, so it was impossible to suppress these sounds. Normally that mask muffles all but his words. Without it...it's a little annoying. His eyes fluttered open, feeling warm, and comfortable.

"Finally awake, are you?" A soft voice brushed over his ear. Wide-eyed, he tried to escape, but he was held down. "Relax, I'm not trying to sleep with you. I'm trying to help you get over your nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?" Hiroki shook his head.

She expected as such, she wants him to trust her. He does on the battlefield, against Others, against other combatants, but he won't open up. "What time is it?"

Kohana turned, "2025, we have time."

He shifted in her grasp, facing her, seafoam meeting navy. "Can I...we...cuddle?"

The soft smile was rare from her, "Sure, come here…" She shoved his face into her chest, making him using her as a pillow. He's really not fighting me on this...at least he can trust me. Don't worry, hopefully, one day these nightmares can go away...

The two of them stayed like that before they had to go, and Kohana noted how much softer his eyes got when looking at her...Now all she had to do was get him into bed for more than cuddling…

I really do have a problem, don't I, Ayame?

Right after leaving the Chief's office, they all noticed Hiroki and Kohana have left. Out of everyone, Shiro had this melancholic look on his face, something that Yori picked up immediately. "Are you ever going to tell him?"

His low voice brought attention to them, Seki and Miya shared a look of confusion. What could Yori be talking about this time? Ryo seemed to know and grimaced, but made no motion to speak up. The burly-bearded man just let Shiro continue walking, "Nope. Not even till the day I die."

"That's unfair to him," Yori said, catching up to him and clamping a hand on his shoulder, a heavy hand. "He of all people needs to know."

So this was about him? Not many 'hims' around. "Is this about onii-san?" Seki asked.

Her voice got Shiro to stop, "Yes." Miya looked to Ryo who just nodded with his eyes. So, it wasn't a lie.

"Shiro, what could it be? Surely, it's not bad, but your eyes say it's personal rather than concerning us. Which leads me to this, Yori, how do you know?" Sparks flew through his hands in a non-threatening manner. "Changes?" He nodded.

"Onii-sama, what are you hiding something from onii-san?"

"To save him from a pain that I wish on nobody. He's already recovered, no need to aggravate the wound. Just like my power…" Shiro said with sorrow. The rest of the platoon present nodded in sympathy. He knew that it was something that he doesn't even want forgiveness for.

Seki immediately clambered up his legs, climbing up the tallest man's body. As a result, the little girl rested on his shoulders, grabbing his cheeks, "I need onii-sama to smile! If you aren't, then I'll make you!" Her childish voice made Shiro smile at her antics, oh Seki, you've come so far.

This brought chuckles out of everyone present, leave it to Seki to take a serious situation and diffuse it. "Alright alright, I'll tell you one day, but for now, we have places to be and operations to be ready for. 2300, not a minute later."

"Yes, sir!" they saluted and all went their separate ways. Only Shiro and Ryo traveled the same path to a room, specifically made, and only eight people know about it. Kaito being one, and the platoon making eight.

Once they entered, Shiro took off his weapon, an old-fashioned revolver, looking far beyond its time, but the rounds that it fired far passed the safety regulations of the OSF. Thankfully, they weren't 'regulars' in the OSF, they were something else entirely...

Ryo didn't want to bring it up, "You still thinking about it?"

"No."

"When you found out-"

"Shut up."

"-about Hiroki's-" Ryo paused, and not because of the aura, no. It was Shiro, using his power. Everything stopped for Ryo, and that was meant literally. It was debilitating, feeling his entire body cease all motion but still being able to breathe.

"I said shut up, drop it. He won't know because I refuse to be the one to talk about it," Shiro snarled, before dropping his power. Ryo sucked in a few large breaths but remained standing. "...Sorry, I just…"

"I understand...but it seems fair that he should at least know before something ever happens. It's been weighing on you recently. Your eyes have been duller than normally. Seki and Hiroki are really the only things keeping you afloat," Ryo said softly, before backing out of the room. "We're your platoon, Shiro...you can rely on us. That, and I still have you as eye candy, remember that," he added as a tease.

Shiro snorted, "Get the hell outta here, message Hiroki and Kohana, let them know our previous mission is reinstated. If they ask, tell them that I said so. Kaito can suck it."

"Glad to have you back, sir…" Ryo said before leaving.

Once he confirmed he was alone, he pulled out a photo, and there were a multitude of figures in it, over a dozen, there were tear stains on this photo. It signified its time. "When you find out, you'll forgive me…right?"

Silence was his answer.

Rally Point Hotel was literally just another Safe Zone in New Himuka, on the outskirts. They needed to head to a town named Luton, south of Togetsu, to exterminate a rogue group of OSF agents. They rejected everything about it, presumably having found out about something.

The answer was obvious.

Hiroki and Kohana arrived, with the latter's arm over the former's shoulder. "Evening everyone!"

"Hello," Hiroki said, feeling much more relaxed than hours ago. Being with Kohana's soft side helped.

"Onii-san, you didn't break a rule, did you?" Seki asked, looking up at him with big puppy eyes.

Kohana answered for him, in a softer tone, "Seki, you know as much as I flirt with Hirochi here, he will turn me down every time."

"She has a point. I don't ever want to break a rule," he said. The last time he did, he craved death.

Seki beamed, "Good! Now, let's go explode some people!"

The Sonokinesis user rolled his eyes, {Seems like Seki is in a great mood.}

"Yep, and it'll only get better over the course of the day. Are we all ready?" Shiro said, making his entrance, scouring over his platoon. Miya was leaning on a pillar, her hood up. She was definitely ready. She had business with someone out in Luton. She planned on finishing it once and for all.

Yori was also ready, making a ball of lightning flash between his hands, even going as far as tossing it up to balancing it on his nose. Since the man was basically shock-proof, he could do it with no problem.

Seki was dancing on the balls of her feet, humming a nursery rhyme Shiro had taught her. She always goes with them because she trusts no one in New Himuka, Suoh, or Seiran, and especially Togetsu. That place gave her the heebie-jeebies.

Ryo was limbering up, getting ready for the trek. They knew it would take a couple days, but this time, they were ready.

Kohana dropped her flirtatious persona to bring up information on the mission, "Alright, we have six targets of this platoon we're after. They have two Pyros, an Aero, a Hydro, and a Psychokinesis user. The Hydro is our main worry. Battery, you have that one?" The man's features turned feral as he nodded. "Banshee and I will take the Pyros. Rocky, take the Psycho, your power is a great counter."

"Understood, Lilly," Rocky replied.

"Hard Place, Big Brother, any objections on you getting the wannabe Avatar?" Lilly asked. "They've been reported to be the most dangerous of the bunch."

"We've got it, Lilly," Big Brother replied. "Echo, you're on overwatch. Warn us of any threats."

"Yes, Onii-sama!" Echo replied with a cute salute.

"Alright, let's go," Big Brother said, walking away. "Make your way there however you can, meet at Charlie upon arrival, the back up is point Yankee, clear?"

{Sir!} they all replied.

With that, they all departed at their leisure. As they left, one person watched them slip out. Her eyes tracked their movement until they all disappeared.

The spectator watched until she got a message. It had no sender, but the words were familiar as she read them aloud. "'I told you that stalking wasn't a good look for you.' Hmph, just who are you, Banshee?"

Shiro Platoon was recognized as such, but that name they are solemnly known as…

...Will-o'-the-Wisps.5

1 Means Japanese Dragon Lilies

2 Inspired from Shiden's Honor White outfit

3 this name involves Shiro's SAS ability

4 What is a skeleton's favorite snack? Bones? ANGERY!

5 The meaning will become clear soon

POWERS:

Shiro -?

Hiroki - Sonokinesis, fights with sound waves. An adverse effect has been mentioned.

Kohana - Been called 'Shadow Jumper'

Seki - Telepathy.

Miya -?

Ryo -?

Yori - Electrokinesis, with a twist. He can use it to "overcharge" other's SAS abilities, making it more potent. The nickname made it obvious.

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I've taken liberties with their powers, but I think you'll like them. There are other nuances to them, and when they happen, you'll know. But I want you to guess their powers.